On the Outside

December 18, 2010

You never look
at me.
I often look
at you.

You have
those things
I am told
bring happiness.

I have
those things
I am told
bring shame.

I look into
your restaurant –

you spend
my week’s wages
in a night

so elegant
so white

table cloths
and candles
fine wine
and waiters.

I could go on
and on,

but I have been ordered
to move along…

2008

Posted in Christmas, poem, Poetry, poverty, privilege, wealth, wealthy | 4 Comments »
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4 Responses to “On the Outside”

  1. Jingle Says:

    December 18, 2010 at 5:35 pm

    well done…
    love the rhymes,
    beautiful sentiments delivered here..
    keep it up..

    hope to see your submission to poets rally.
    your talent deserves better attention.
    🙂

    Reply
  2. Fracked Says:

    December 28, 2010 at 9:50 am

    Hello…
    Again.

    Reply

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